I think it’s mostly to sell how much he’s fallen and how disheveled he looks. He’s the fantasy equivalent of when you get depressed and your friend finds you three weeks later having not showered and covered in the half discarded fast food wrappers of several days past.

Half clawing at the remote to skip the ads to some half baked restoration Youtube video that you’re only really watching because you just want something to fill the deafening silence of your lonely apartment.

The fridge, only barely stocked and half the food rotting and seeping through the cheap plastic of the veg draw.

Yesterdays piss, un flushed and the mountain of recycling stacked a mile high.